The Discovery Of India

Its raining heavily outside. The sound of rain lashing on the doors and windows is a wonderful sound. I do not remember hearing this sound for almost a decade.It is not thunderstorms or sudden natures fury, this is consistent, heavy rain.

Years back, when I was a kid, that is to say when I did not know what a hurricane was or a low pressure in some sea was, I used to think that this was cool, this rains. Well, sea never frightened me. I had been to Kozhikode beach, some other beaches around the place Chavakkad, it was fun - not dangerous. It never occured to me what was frightening lay beyond that. Still, I did not think too much. Later, the stories of hurricanes and natural disasters became fodder for news. It still didn't frighten me.

Maybe it is the lack of interest in such news or the monotony of the reporting that make me stay away from the TV, but it has also made me ignorant about this rain. Why is it raining so heavily? Should I really be asking this? It is good that nature is as it is. Let it rain. Why do we worry when it does not rain? And more worry when it does? Seems like a comedian got it bullseye. The right amount of hotness in a shower is between hot and cold - a few degree below super hot and microns above freaking cold. We want everything the way it is not and wish for something else.

Still, I feel so much at peace looking out of the window, the water filled fields and coconut trees lashing at each other with their arms, it is a beautiful sight. I do not remember many things in my past, but I do remember the trees, I remember the slopes, even the tarred roads, I remember looking out from back seat of car at retreating elephants, so I do remember. Why is it so important to remember formulae and rather remember these things? Fortunately I am able to do both, barely enough to sustain myself in this world.

Rains always brings back memories.. I have many to share.. Would you like to hear?